She paints her fingers with a close precision
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
And takes a moment to assess the sin
She's paid forA lonely speaker in a conversation
Her words are swimming through his ears again
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid forSay what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believeWoah, Mona Lisa,
You're guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Mona Lisa,
I'd pay to see you frownHe senses something, call it desperation
Another dollar, another day
And if she had the proper words to say,
She would tell him
But she'd have nothing left to sell himSay what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believeWoah, Mona Lisa,
You're guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Mona Lisa,
I'd pay to see you frownMona Lisa, yeah
Pleased to please you
Mona LisaSay what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believeWoah, Mona Lisa,
You're guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Mona Lisa,
I'd pay to see you frownSay what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believeThere's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for
Songwriters
BRENDON URIE, BUTCH WALKER, JOHN FELDMANN, SPENCER SMITHPublished by
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